Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.